【Xianze】Difficult to recite

Fan Sizhe pouted his buttocks and looked through the autumn water behind the stone pillar at the door of the study. Under the pressure of Xie Bi'an's iron face and selflessness, he didn't move. When he almost fell asleep, the door that seemed to never open finally creaked open. With a crack, he woke up immediately.

Fan Xian came out from the inside, and kindly helped Fan Jian close the door. When he turned around, two faces, one cold and one hot, were pressed against his face, which shocked him.

He rewarded Fan Sizhe with a head jump, and asked Xie Bi'an to prepare the carriage. Fan Sizhe followed Fan Xian step by step, babbling: "Hey brother, what are you talking about with Dad? I fell asleep after talking for so long, does it have anything to do with money?" Hey, it must have something to do with silver, right? Let me tell you that you must bring me with you, business brother who has something to do with silver. How can there be any benefit? Don’t you think that family members are cheaper than outsiders, don’t you?”

"Let's get your bookstore ready first! Eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot, why doesn't your appetite kill you to death?"

"I don't refuse anyone who comes!" Fan Sizhe said anxiously, "Brother, I can't stand it to death, but I can't wait to see what's in the pot and I can't eat it!"

"Then I'll take your bowl too."

"Brother, today the hardcover version of Stones is on the market, let's take a look?"

Fan Xian looked at his younger brother with a smile, and suddenly realized that he didn't see Ruoruo when he came back this time. Usually, whenever he came back, Ruoruo would definitely come, even if it was just to say hello.

The two brothers were waiting at the gate. Fan Sizhe said that his sister had gone to the tea party of the young ladies in Kyoto. Fan Xian was surprised. His sister had never liked to socialize. Fan Sizhe smiled meanly and said that her sister was avoiding the prince.

"Old Li?"

"Since the time he sent us back from Yishiju, Prince Jing's son has been running to the mansion every three days, sending some rare jewels, historical books and picture books, and even a wheelchair to the ancestor. You said he would not send it to Dan. Zhou sent to our house, who doesn't know that he wants to see my sister?"

Fan Xian put his arms around his brother's shoulders, "Honestly speaking, do you think there is something going on between your sister and Prince Jing's son?"

Shaking his head like a rattle, Fan Sizhe said: "It's no use, my sister doesn't pay any attention to him!"

"Then what do you think Ruoruo likes?"

"I don't know! If you want me to say, my sister has a very high vision. Except for those in the palace, Prince Jing's son may be the emperor in the future. He has the most noble status, and he belongs to this in the capital." Fan Sizhe She gave a thumbs up, "She doesn't even like this, I think she has to be a concubine."

In the end, he was rewarded again. He held his head and stomped his feet, "Oh, if you hit me again, don't beat me stupid! My head is full of money!"

Where is this? You were almost beaten to death by me with a board in your last life!Fan Xian's heart trembled at the thought of this, and he immediately grabbed the back of the man's neck and asked if you knew Li Chengping.

"Third prince? That's my brother! ... Oh, it hurts, it hurts, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, brother! I really know the third child..."

"How familiar?"

"Concubine Yigui is my mother's younger sister."

Fan Xian let go of his grip, forgetting about it in his haste.Fan Sizhe rubbed the back of his neck, not daring to complain about his tiger-wolf brother, and vented his anger on others: "Is this Xie Bi'an going to pull the carriage or the latrine? How long has it been since he dared to let the master wait for him! Brother, you have to tell the second prince well that this kind of person who only takes money and does nothing, let him go as soon as possible!"

The words are rough and the rationale are not rough, it's okay not to say this, but Fan Xian also felt strange when he said it, it's been a long time since he went there, and it's time to bring the big sedan chair back.The two brothers were looking around at the door, when a carriage finally came not far away, Xie Bi'an walked ahead of the horse with a dark face, pulling the reins.

Fan Sizhe was so angry that he stuck his waist in the way and said, "Are you stalking the horse or is the horse stalking you?"

Xie Bi'an didn't look at him, stopped the carriage, put the reins into Fan Xian's hands, his face remained unchanged, quite innocent.

"I can only ride a horse, not drive a carriage."

Fan Xian drove the car by himself, Xie Bi'an sat next to him, and Fan Sizhe sat in the car with his head exposed.

There was nothing unaccustomed to Fan Xian, he was familiar with driving, and he often drove out in Danzhou by himself, so he didn't have the self-consciousness of a young master.

"Your highness didn't let you drive the car?"

"No, I'm a swordsman." Xie Bi'an emphasized, "not a coachman."

Fan Xian couldn't help but wondered if he had paid Teng Zijing less. If Fan Sizhe knew about this idea, he would have to talk to him for a long time, so he didn't say it.

The carriage drove all the way to an unfamiliar street, Fan Sizhe looked wrong, this is not the way to Danbo Bookstore.

"Hey brother, where are we going!"

"Qingyu Hall."

"Qingyutang? Why go to Qingyutang? The shopkeeper Qiye is still in our bookstore." When Danbo Bookstore was preparing to open, the two brothers were inconvenient to show up, and they were afraid of tarnishing their father's reputation, so they made a plan to invite him I hired Qingyutang's old master to be the professional manager of the bookstore, which is both professional and worry-free, after all, Qingyutang's brand name is resounding.

Fan Xian beat him: "I'll go there later, first go to Qing Yu Tang to ask you a teacher, you can't rely on someone to help you all your life, business is not as simple as you make plans and push Pai Gow, hurry up, When people leave Beijing, no one will teach you if you want to learn."

Xie Bi'an heard him talk about leaving the capital, and interjected: "Your Majesty secretly decreed that the treasurer of Qingyu Hall is not allowed to leave the capital, don't you know?"

"I know."

"You know?" Xie Bi'an's eyes were like what nonsense you are talking about.

The words were not speculative, and Fan Xian chuckled, "Did you forget that Qingyutang's surname is actually Ye."

The carriage went straight to the 28th mile slope.The 28-mile slope is not a big mountain slope, but a famous place name in the south of Beijing.It is said that hundreds of years ago, Kyoto was far from being as spacious as it is now. The 28-mile slope is the last hillside before entering Beijing. It is 28 miles away from the last post station on the official road in the southwest. Whenever the horses and horses arrive here, After walking the last 28 miles, the horses were exhausted and people were tired, and they were extremely tired. This last section of the hill was taller than the Dadong Mountain by the seashore. The name of 28 Lipo comes from this.Today's 28 Lipo has long been taken into the city wall and turned into a street, but the name is still preserved, and Qingyu Hall is located here.The carriage stopped far away, and the three of Fan Xian got off and walked along the street.Along the road, I saw a neat row of small facades, all made of cheap wood from Lingnan, painted with varnish, and the wood spots are clear. If you glance over, it feels like countless one-eyed monsters are watching. look at yourself.

There are a total of seventeen shopkeepers in Qingyutang, most of them are old now, and several of them died of illness. There are seventeen such doors along the street, where the old shopkeepers teach apprentices.

Although Xie Bi'an had seen a lot with His Highness the Second Highness, it was the first time he came to Qingyu Hall. The place where these shopkeepers lived was a bit strange. The words Qingyu Hall were not written on the gate. Fan Xian led them in, standing on both sides. The man in black who was in charge of supervising Qingyu Hall from the imperial court did not stop him. He looked at it again and realized that the person who supervised Qingyu Hall was a member of the Overwatch Council, so how could he stop his master.

It is true that Fan Xian brought Fan Sizhe here to let his younger brother learn more and not waste his talent, but he did not bring Xie Bian here to let him see the world more. The main reason is to show the Second Highness. The handle and blade are also a pair of eyes.

Therefore, when talking about important matters, he sent Fan Sizhe to visit other courtyards in the hall, but he didn't avoid his eyes.

The person who received them today was the chief treasurer of Qingyutang, known as Ye Da, who was in charge of running the most important business of the Ye family back then. Next, the whole person became cautious.

But what he said was important, bold, and earth-shattering.

"Treasurer Ye, to tell you the truth, I just got divorced, and I guess I can't figure out the inner treasury left by my mother, so I figured it out. I have to build another inner treasury by myself behind His Majesty's back." , this has to rely on the skills of you shopkeepers."

There was a thunderclap on the ground in Qingyu Hall, and I don't know how many people were bombarded with thunder.

After talking about the matter, Fan Xian finally regained his awareness of being the boss behind the scenes, and decided to visit Danbo Bookstore. Before he arrived, he could see the bustling traffic on the street in front of the door. Fan Sizhe was proud that this was his first bookstore. Career, just do it well.

Fan Xian wanted to praise him, but with a flash in his eyes, he suddenly jumped off the carriage, and quickly grabbed a black figure hiding in the book buying queue.Fan Sizhe pretended to be an assassin, and wondered how the guards of the Fan family worked, but when he stood still, he realized that the assassin looked familiar.

Isn't this Teng Zijing?

Seeing him here, Fan Xian and Xie Bi'an's faces were not very good.

"I seem to have told you to stay close to each other?"

Xie Bi'an looked sideways, he thought the words sounded familiar.But he had no time to worry about it, put his hand on the sword, and asked, "Where is my Highness?"

"Your highness had enough food and drink to take a nap. He heard that there was a hardcover edition of "Red Mansion" out today, so he sent me to buy it." Teng Zijing replied to him angrily, and then said to Fan Xian, "Why do I have to pay more to buy it?" Queuing? Can you let them all wait first, the second prince said that he would send me back if he woke up and couldn't read the book. "

"Isn't it just right?" Xie Bi'an snorted.

Fan Xian was speechless for a while, and asked Fan Sizhe to quickly send a book to the carriage, but Teng Zijing said it was not enough, and raised three fingers.

"What does he want so much for?"

"The second prince said, one to read, one to collect, and one to honor mother and concubine."

"... "

Fan Sizhe was quick-witted, and ran over and back in a gust of wind, holding three red velvet books that looked like bricks, with books in one hand and the other hand spread out, with a clear expression of asking for money.

Fortunately, the second prince has always been generous, and he gave Teng Zijing a hundred taels of money, which prevented a bloody murder case outside Danbo Bookstore.

Fan Xian wanted to kick his younger brother's ass, but Fan Sizhe felt that his brother had to settle accounts clearly. Why did Fan Xian use his things for favors? He completely forgot that this book was also the result of Fan Xian's labor.

It was still the second prince who knew the general situation, and Fan Sizhe gave the second highness a compliment from the air.

Li Chengze sneezed and woke up from his nap.

As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a thick new book on the bedside, wrapped in red suede, it was indeed a hardcover book, he followed the direction of the book, and there was a blue robe hem.

"Your Highness, I'll send someone to deliver the books. Why let Teng Zijing go?"

A voice sounded from the top of his head. He raised his eyes. Fan Xian's unprincipled face was bright and dark. He had just woken up, but it was still vague. He could only feel this face imprinted on his brain and back. He couldn't see the real expression, but Very familiar.

Maybe that's how Fan Xian looked down at him on the last day of parting.He couldn't remember clearly, he remembered many things, but about his own death, it was always vague, including the last figure that was imprinted in his eyes when he closed his eyes, he still couldn't see Fan Xian's expression clearly.

It was warm in the afternoon, and the setting sun shone through the carved window rails, casting a huge shadow on the carpet in front of his bed, but Fan Xian was standing in the dark, and he was also hiding in the dark.

He felt a little cold, shrank his body, but still sat up from the bed, and stepped into the shadow of the sun with his bare feet.

He loves sunshine, loves heat.

He said Fan Xian, they all said that "Red Mansion" was recorded by stones, but the thirty-six thousand five hundred and one stones on the Wuji Cliff in the Great Barren Mountain were left over by Nu Wa who repaired the sky.

It was a stubborn stone that even Nuwa didn't want.